Cream, professional, straight cut pants now bunching around her thighs as she pushed them down, hurrying. She opened the buttons on her blouse, starti...g from the top, one by one, open. Joyce could meet his gaze now as she revealed herself, her conservative underclothes, to him. She dropped her shirt on the floor with her sweater, not taking off her bra, but pulling it free of her breasts, over them. She stood, brazen in front of the man whose name she did not know, covering only the most. ‘ ‘No rest for the wicked, they say.’ My voice was flat. ‘I’ll make some tea.’ I heard him put water in the kettle and turn on the stove. He came over to the sofa and squatted in front of me so he could look directly into my eyes. ‘I am very worried about you. You seem to have taken this much worse than I thought you would.’ I looked at him incredulously. ‘So exactly how should I take this?’ I said, with an unmistakable note of anger. I looked away, out the window. He put his hand on my knee. My emotions seemed trapped between revenge and relief. I rubbed the red marks on my wrists as I thought about my next move. The train jerking to a stop reminded me this was my stop. As I stood to exit the train, the slow moving parade of chattering Sisters moved ahead of me through the door. The beautiful young Sister that had helped me, lagged behind her group a few steps. She stepped directly in front of me, blocking my exit. As she looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes, a single tear. Every time I turn up you seem to quickly stop doing something or stop talking about something. So, what’s going on, Gemma?”Gemma gave a quick look at her dad as he was fluffing his dick up. He looked back at his daughter with a knowing sort of a look but just shrugged his shoulders and said quietly, “I don’t know what to say. You figure it out.”Keith got no further with his questions as Gemma started bossing them both out of the car with their hard-ons in front of them.“Come on you two. You are.